Author: Cristina Monet

Lorraine wanted money 

Thought it was funny 

Jamie typing out his heart 

And starving for his art 

Now he works for a bank 

But she’s not here to thank 

She’s with a polo player 

In The Argentine

She’ll suck you in

She’ll put in sync with sin 

You can’t run for cover 

She’s a quicksand lover 

When she’s finished you off 

She’ll grin

Ann was a schoolgirl 

Dennis was a tennis star 

He’s married to a model now

He didn’t take Anne quite that far 

She has a heartache

She has a habit

And he has breakfast cereal on national TV

Lila wanted love

She thought William was the answer 

He said “I love you, too

Now come and meet this dancer 

Whips plus three’s the life I’ve led 

There’s the door, or here’s the bed”

So she went along for the ride

She lay down beside him

She said “please explain—

Will I find God

Or a new kind of pain?

Will blood colour my palms

With an amorous stain?”

Show me what tenderness

Show me what tenderness

Show me what tenderness does

I’ve tried self-containment

I’ve hungered for thrills

But cruelty is tainting 

And solitude chills

And lust without loving

Just quietly kills

Show me what tenderness

Show me what tenderness

Show me what tenderness does